Dear You,
Truth is, I haven’t moved on completely. Truth is, I still yearn for you. Truth is… I still miss what we used to have.
I lied when I told them, I don’t like you anymore. When I said that I don’t care about you and when I told them that I like someone else already. I just used that as an excuse, a reason to hide what’s inside. It hurts me every time someone tells me that you still like me, because I’m scared that you’re making a fool out of me once again and mostly because you don’t show any sign indicating that you still like me.
Seeing how everything turned out like this, where we act like strangers to each other. I guess… I guess, nothing will be able to bring back what we once were back then.
Goodbye
